OWL
Having done what
winter demanded,
we tried to resurrect
ourselves in time
for spring's rehearsal.
A lilac let its
petals be a
metaphor for cruelty.
Nothing stopped the
river in its tracks (the
dam we built was
smaller than its task).
An aging owl lit
out in search of wisdom.
Friday, December 31, 2010
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